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New London, Wisconsin | The guy I worked for as a teenage had a story. He was combining and the farmers wife (SM)was going to feed him lunch. Cold leftover oatmeal, cooked perhaps the day or two before. When he told that story even years later he would shudder just thinking about it.
The funniest part was his own wife was a marvelous cook. If he ever complained about anything she made, she would smile and ask if he wanted her (SM) to cook instead. She sure got a lot of milage out of that story.
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